The Unmoored Whimsy of the Sleeping Mind

Dreaming, lucidity, and the delightful abstraction of reason

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I had a dream the other day in which I saw my dog who had passed away. But in it, I didn’t realize that anything was amiss. The suspension of the world I’ve known for years was gentle and unassuming. I accepted it without question.

But oddly, while I dreamt, I still had the sense of reason to know the correct date at the …